Feb19 πŸ•Š

Twiglet toes, Scratch-glass sharp, Scratching grip To twiggy bones Of pines un-pined, Pining each calling Out with smoky breath frosting Morning fog and Frost branded branches. Reach, Bird, reach, With your fan-ful wings Thrown to sky To bow, bow, bow, On mat flecked with Embroidered lichen On scrapes of Silver birch scrolls. Ezra Pound was…

Feb18

I could never fit within your palm at the end of your arm a palm divided by a blade you made ball into a fist to make me miss slitting my wrist by the width of a thought of the wars unfought of the fuse unlit of the match unfit of the distance placed of…

Feb17 🎸

The delinquents were around again: The usual suspects. They touched down to raid my lawn, Chirping, squabbling, tearing up tufts Just to nab a juicy, wriggling grub. Their heads popping As they hopped around like clockwork toys. They scattered to the ether when they Caught a glimpse of danger. They stole more than bugs from…

Feb16 ⭐

Petrichor Rain. . . . . Drops fall, cascade, Merge and divide, like lovers lost. The shower chatters amongst the undergrowth, Charming the earthworms With its percussive beat. The gathering puddles pool in the road. Bubbles imprison the colours In floating rainbows that swirl over the surface tension. And the air! Ah! The air is…

Feb15 πŸ’”

I’ll have one blushing rose and one box of roses. I’ll have one can of beer and one no. 42 with extra fried rice. I’ll have one number one and one box-set. I’ll have one cup of tea and one packet of digestive biscuits. I’ll have one heavy sigh and one lopsided bedstead. I’ll have…

Feb14 πŸ’–

In our days, as man and wife We’ve lived a simple enough life. A life in awe of our good love And all the things we hold above. We’ve been together long enough To take the smooth and ride the rough. Our matched hands have always held The simple roses that we smelled. The pocket…

Feb13

I had a bit of very welcome chat That went down nicely with my wine and chips. Together in the pub we chewed the fat, Insulting chicks with flabby thighs and hips. Our mixture of abuse and blackened hate, Coloured by our dirty words and patter, Had managed to reduce the clean debate To vulgar…

Feb12 🎩

The State of the Union It’s time again. That time to take a look At all the things we think are right and wrong. She gets out her pen to scribble her list And its long, long, long, as long as her tongue, And forked, like all the lightning she spits out. I’m not saying…

Feb11

Woman… you are weak Only in as much as You need to peek Into the bathroom cabinet And grab a razor Because you must, must, must Use that under arm hair eraser Then gently pluck Every single hair above Those deep brown eyes That I always love When they peek into me What do they…

Feb10

Show me where the head of Willy Loman lies. I’ll set it on a pole in Washington DC To let the hungry crows peck at his eyes. We all know of his pompous demise, Preening his bluster for the world to see. Show me where the head of Willy Loman lies. Waiting to die, like…